“Oh god, Felix. I’m about to come.”
“That’s it. Good fucking girl. Come on my cock, Harper. Let me feel you.”
She arches into me, crying out against my kisses as her pussy spasms and chokes my dick. The feel of her coming undone is too much. With one more deep thrust, I let go. My cock pulses and I empty every last drop, groaning her name.
The room spins and my vision blurs, overwhelmed by the all-consuming pleasure flooding my veins. We collapse onto the desk, with Harper beneath me as I hover on my forearms.
“That was intense,” I pant, pressing kisses along her neck and shoulder.
She’s wrecked, catching her breath just enough to laugh and say, “I want to do it again. I never want to stop.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
HARPER
I don’t know if it’s day or night when I wake, just that I’m alone in a windowless bedroom within The Scarlet Mirage. Waking by myself this time, there’s no fear within me that Felix is having regrets, not after how he behaved last night.
Jazz echoes from beyond the door. The music appears to be a sound check rehearsal rather than a performance, which leads me to believe morning has arrived.
Felix says he owns the entire high-rise building above this speakeasy and officially lives in the penthouse, but rarely stays there, having private quarters down here he prefers.
I sit up in bed, peering around the luxurious room. The walls are dark emerald and shimmer faintly. I’m in awe of the ceiling, black with gold trim. The bed is massive, covered in red satin sheets. There’s an old-fashioned dresser in the corner with an empty bottle of champagne we drank. My bra, panties, and dress arescattered across the marble floor from Felix’s urgency to get me naked.
With a laugh, I fall back against my pillow, reliving every blissful moment from last night. The smile when Felix first saw me. His lips on mine. His arms around me. The sex in his office. Him carrying me down the hall to this bedroom where we continued to work hard with our bodies, connecting for hours, until exhaustion overcame us. We then fell asleep in each other’s arms. The nightmares stayed away. I haven’t slept this well in a long time.
I roll over to reach for my phone, distracted when I lean on a piece of paper. A hand-written note.
My beautiful Harper,
Sleep for as long as you need then come find me in my office. I’m making arrangements for us to start our life together.
Love,
Felix.
I’m smiling again. I don’t know if I’ll ever stop smiling now that Felix is back in my life. Needing to know the time, I grab my phone from the bedside table. A message waits from Ally, asking how last night went with Felix. I write a brief response, letting her know it went to plan and that I’ll fill her in on details later.
After hittingsend, I see the hour is almost midday. Far later than I expected. Today is Tuesday and the opening night ofRomeo and Julietis at the end of this week. I have the lead role of Juliet and there’s a dressrehearsal late this afternoon I’m required to attend. I’ll need to return home before rehearsal to freshen up and grab my ballet gear. I’m tender between my legs, sticky with Felix’s cum and can’t dance like this.
But I don’t want to think about any of those responsibilities right now. Down here, in the depths of The Scarlet Mirage, feels like I’ve left reality and am living in a dream. Real life will kick in as soon as I step back onto the streets of Manhattan. Felix has created pure magic with this place and I never want to leave.
But I can’t stay in Felix’s bed forever. Collecting my clothes, I quickly dress then duck my head out of the bedroom, wondering how I’ll find my way back to Felix’s office. Behind the entertainment area of the speakeasy are staff quarters and Felix’s private living space, where I assume I am now. I was too consumed with Felix last night to take note of directions.
“Good morning, Miss Winslow,” a man speaks. I yelp, caught off guard by the voice and that people here know who I am. “My apologies for startling you. I trust you slept well.”
I glance to my left, realizing I’m speaking with the doorman from last night who granted me entrance through the mirror. Getting a better look at him now, he appears to be mid-forties with dark hair and a stern face. As with last night, he’s wearing a suit. I’m getting the sense nobody around here dresses casually.
He mutters something privately. I realize he’s wearing an earpiece and is responding to someone. A moment later, his focus is back on me. “Mr. Blackwoodasked that I wait on you while he attends to business. May I bring you anything? Breakfast, perhaps?”
“Can you take me to Felix, please?”
“Of course. Follow me.”
As I trail behind the doorman, I quickly learn that Felix’s private quarters aren’t large. The space is luxurious but with only the required living amenities. They connect straight to the staff corridors where musicians are setting up and tuning their instruments. Dancers are stretching and rehearsing routines.
My eyes catch on two men at a table counting rolls of cash, along with a bag of pills. It’s a reminder that regardless of all the glitz and glamor of this speakeasy, The Scarlet Mirage is no noble venture. Felix is a criminal. He has an organization of criminals working beneath him.
I suppose being here, embracing this life, turns me into a criminal too. There’s not one ounce of regret within me. I spoke truthfully at Ally and Dan’s engagement party when I told Felix I want this life. I want everything that comes with him.
